ĎSeems Iíve surely made a mountain
Out of the molehills in my life.
Too many shortcuts to be countiní
Leading to this valley of strife.
The house I built my life upon
Buried, behind me in the sand.
Do I challenge the horizon?
Or let the mountainís merit stand.
I always thought I had a good heart,
But stopping now to take the measure;
Focus on heaven never played part
ĎGainst my mountain of earthly treasure.
Now I cry out to be forgiven,
The past clinging to me like a wraith.
I take my stand in shadow, riven,
With but a mustard seed of faith.
The miracle, mine for believing,
A mountain removed to the sea.
The gift Iím forever receiving,
A life God predestined for me.
Now angels in heaven rejoice
As a lost sinnerís saved by grace,
And the horizon confirms my choice
With the Sonís warmth on my face.